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Post by 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙮 𝙥 𝙨 𝙤 on Aug 17, 2019 15:59:06 GMT -5
cricketbreeze
✦ something ✦ something ✦
cricketbreeze was pleasantly surprised to find shademoon's response somewhat blank and distant, but not cold nor cranky. she was stoic as ever, any emotion in her voice firmly under wraps, the lingering worry in her eyes probably only visible to the more perceptive cats. eyes revealed all, if they were not truly windows to the soul then certainly they were windows to the mind. for now at least, shademoon seemed determined to remain impassive, but cricketbreeze did not doubt that his charisma could coax out some of her deeper thoughts. eventually.
“no, i suppose not, in fact i don’t expect anything good is left on the prey pile at this hour. i'd be fantastic if i wasn't starving,” cricketbreeze rolled over lazily and dramatically stretched his long limbs. “maybe a mid afternoon hunting trip - i could use the exercise - perhaps you could join me?”
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Post by 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙮 𝙥 𝙨 𝙤 on Aug 17, 2019 16:19:56 GMT -5
✣ cricketbreeze
something ✦ something ✦ something
cricketbreeze was pleasantly surprised to find shademoon's response somewhat blank and distant, but not cold nor cranky. she was stoic as ever, any emotion in her voice firmly under wraps, the lingering worry in her eyes probably only visible to the more perceptive cats. eyes revealed all, if they were not truly windows to the soul then certainly they were windows to the mind. for now at least, shademoon seemed determined to remain impassive, but cricketbreeze did not doubt that his charisma could coax out some of her deeper thoughts. eventually.
“no, i suppose not, in fact i don’t expect anything good is left on the prey pile at this hour. i'd be fantastic if i wasn't starving,” cricketbreeze rolled over lazily and dramatically stretched his long limbs. “maybe a mid afternoon hunting trip - i could use the exercise - perhaps you could join me?”
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Post by 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙮 𝙥 𝙨 𝙤 on Aug 17, 2019 16:33:52 GMT -5
✣ distant skies
✦ ✧ ✦ The sun had set and a full moon dawned overhead, shyly peeking out from behind the clouds to curiously gaze upon her sister the earth and the inhabitants thriving upon her lush, green skin. An equally curious stranger looked up to the foreign, silvery-grey body circling endlessly around the world. The creature was nestled into the folds of a blooming crocus flower, gazing intensely at the star laden heavens with inquisitive black eyes, nearly unblinking in their trancelike fascination. Opalescent wings folded neatly behind her, |
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Post by 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙮 𝙥 𝙨 𝙤 on Aug 22, 2019 17:35:07 GMT -5
The Hunted "Witches were humanoid beings but distinct from humans biologically and culturally. Like humans, witches had dæmons, which always settled in the form of birds. Witches aged much more slowly than humans, and were known to live for more than a thousand years. In Lyra's world, only female witches existed. In this world, witches bore the children of human men, who were witches if female and human if male. There were other worlds in which there were male witches.
Witches were able to feel cold, but it did not cause them harm. They were also able to feel tingling and silky sensations on their skin when exposed to starlight and moonlight respectively."
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Abilities
Flight
Witches were capable of using branches of cloud-pine to fly.
Cloud-pine was a type of tree with magical properties. Witches used branches of cloud-pine to fly, and were the only ones known to be able to do so.
Invisibility
While true invisibility was impossible, witches were able to enter a fiercely-held modest state of mind which allowed them to go unnoticed. With the correct degree of intensity, a witch would be able to pass through a crowded room or walk beside a single person unnoticed.
Weather control
Witches were able to control the weather to a degree. Serafina Pekkala and her clan were able to summon winds to speed Lee Scoresby's balloon on its way.
Healing
Witches were capable of performing healing magic. However, this type of spell proved ineffective against the wounds caused to Will Parry by Æsahættr.
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Culture
Society
Witches did not have possessions, and their only means of exchange was mutual aid.
Witches divided themselves into communities known as clans. Each clan had its own territory with definite but irregular borders which varied from season to season based on the growth of plants and the migration of animals.
Clans formed alliances and enmities with each other.
Dæmons
Witches took part in a coming-of-age ritual, wherein they travelled to a barren land in the North where their dæmons could not go, much like the land of the dead. The completion of this ritual allowed them to separate from their dæmons over long distances.
Religion
Witches were known to worship at least one deity. Yambe-Akka was the witches' goddess of the dead. Witches did not believe in the notion of a spirit.
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Post by 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙮 𝙥 𝙨 𝙤 on Aug 27, 2019 10:54:12 GMT -5
NIKOLAI SOLAS WEST | it was an old wound. but still, it ached with a dull pain that woke solas from his restless slumber. he lifted the threadbare linens of the cot to examine the faded scar on his torso, the ugly distorted patch of skin where the witch's spell had burned him. laika felt it too, lifting her head from beside him with a faint growl. his daemon's sleep had been plagued with the same turbulent dreams. he stroked her white fur with a tenderness reserved only for his daemon, an extention of himself. solas had affection for no one else, after all.
rubbing sleep from his eyes, he reached for the tin cup of water on the nightstand, tossing it across the room in disgust when it came up empty. the little tavern he was sleeping above offered few amenities. the weary hunter pulled himself out of bed with a groan, throwing on yesterday's crumpled shirt, trousers and a leather aviator. he pulled his greasy dark hair into a short ponytail and opted to head downstairs for a stronger drink.
solas shuffled down the narrow staircase into the dimly lit main room of the tavern. peeling wallpaper flaked off as he brushed the walls - this place was old, like the rest of this city. oxford was not his scene; too scholarly, too proper, too old-fashioned. he slumped down upon a creaky stool and motioned for the barkeep, who looked surprised to see someone ordering alcohol this early. "well, screw it, old man," he muttered as laika surveyed the room warily at his feet. laika shot him a disappointed look, as she was always more mindful of their manners.
the hunter ignored his daemon, throwing back his ale in gulps. well, his mouth was less dry, but he felt no more awake and his side still throbbed. he hoped the business partner he was supposed to meet would arrive soon. another hunter - what was his name again? the officials from the magisterium had tipped them off to witch refugees in the city, apparently it was bigger than a one man job. "maybe you'll finally make a friend," laika snorted sarcastically. solas rolled his eyes, "yeah, that'll be the day."
hunters didn't have friends, he thought. that's why the job had been so perfect for him. the out-of-place character in the quaint oxford tavern ordered another ale and resumed his wait for this new "friend". | |
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